Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Ghostly Confederate Riders in West Virginia

I was about 10 years old when this happened im 14 years old now. I was at my aunt’s ranch in Huntington, West Virginia. Me, my brother and our cousins decided to go horseback riding. We went on a trail that was supposedly haunted. As we got to the beginning of the trail fog started appearing and it was a perfectly clear day. My brother and cousins got scared and didn’t want to ride on the trail.

I took the horse onto the trail which was surrounded by woods and tombstones. i kept hearing hoof beats behind me that were not my horses. I turned around and saw four what appeared to be confederate soldiers. One of them called my name then i started freaking out. I rode the horse at an increasingly fast gallop they were keeping up with me so i veered the horse off the trail to try to ditch them.

Another one caught me by my …

I Thought I Was Being Robbed

I had just moved to Huntington, West Virginia from a very small town. I lived in a small apartment in the attic (loft) area. In my living room I noticed a rather large stain on the wall next to the front door. I had asked my landlord what it was and he told me that it was nothing and that he had left some extra paint in the closet if I wanted to paint over it. Well, I first cleaned it with water and it went away. The next day it had returned. So, I cleaned it with Mean Green, the next day it was back. I then scrubbed it away with a Mr. Clean eraser and it came back the next day. Finally, I painted over it and it came back the next day. So, I just gave up on it and basically forgot about it.

I was working for an ambulance company and was away from home a …

Highland Haunting in West Virginia

Ever since I was small child, I’ve always been interested in ghosts and the paranormal, and I’ve studied the topics for several years. I believe that is why I was so interested in the following story; which was told to me by and old acquaintance. According to her, years ago there was a woman named Serilda Jane Wetzel. She lived in Morgan, a small community just outside of Mannington. The residence of the community accuse of her being a witch, and because of the fear of the unknown and willful ignorance that seemed to run ramped at that time, they supposedly boiled the poor woman alive.

Following her death she, she was buried in Highland cemetery. The cemetery is located deep in the woods near an old church. Unlike the other graves, the town’s people placed her grave facing toward sunset instead of sunrise. They also carved a stairway, supposedly, leading down to hell into its marble surface. This was …

A Night at the Unmarked Graves

While growing up in Richwood, West Virginia, I had always heard locals tales of the paranormal. There was a couple of friends of mine who had been visited by a Sasquatch type creature in the Cranberry back country. There was the tale of the nearby Braxton County Green Monster. Ghosts stories too many to count were told in every hollow in the hills. Of coarse no West Virginia native has gone without hearing a tale or two of the Moth Man. However, I never would have expected that I would have my own run in with any such phenomena.

The first part of my story, which at the time I didn’t even realize was part of any story at all, goes all the way back to high school. It was the fall of 1991. My high school sweat heart and I were parked on top of Fork Mountain, just outside of Richwood, to, um, “watch a meteorite shower.” Yeah, that …

Tale of Alleged Lycanthropy in West Virginia

Although this did not happen to me directly, it is an account that has been talked about on my mother’s side of the family for years. My grandmother had told this to my mother and my mother likewise passed it down to me. I would have normally dismissed such a tale as merely a family fable passed on from generation to generation as many families do. However, all the other myths familiar to my family are recognized as just that. This story was received a very different treatment, my grandmother was always embarrassed to talk about it for fear of being suspected a lunatic or simply ridiculed for what others might presume to be feeble mindedness for believing such superstitions. My grandmother was actually angry at my mom for telling me the story that goes as such:

My great grandfather lived in rural West Virginia, he had originally lived in DC his whole life but decided to spend his autumn …